Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sloan Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis Performer(s): C.W. McCall
Well I found him on the corner of seventh and main In the Iowa township of Sloan He 'as tired an' he 'as hungry, he 'as old an' he 'as grungy And parked, in a no parkin' zone
Well I bent down and says how ya doin' old fella He tried to get up on his own Then I gave him a piece of my ham salad sandwich And he reached up an' licked on my nose
(He gave him a piece of his ham salad sandwich And reached up and licked on his nose Old Sloan)
Well I opened the door of my old beat-up semi Threw an old dirty shirt on the floor He hopped in an' layed his self down by the gearshift Curled up and started to snore
For years we went truckin' them highways together On the byways of life we did roam With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the windah And his ears in the breeze gently blowin'
(With his paws on the dashboard His head out the windah And his ears in the breeze gently blowin' Old Sloan)
Then one mornin' last May, four miles north of Mondamin I stopped to use a pay telephone Old Sloan made a fireplug, while I made a phone call And when I come back he was gone
Well I searched forty miles of that interstate highway And the byways that we used to roam From Ricketts to Redline, Magnolia to Woodbine But I just couldn't find poor old Sloan
(From Fiscus to Jacksonville Quick to Correctionville Looked like the end for old Sloan)
Poor old fella He din't have no license nor shots nor nothin' I thought he 'as a goner
Then on a cold winter day on the ninth of November I 'as drivin' my rig all alone When my eye caught a blur in my left rear view mirror And my ears heard the sound of old Sloan
He 'as runnin' as fast as his old legs would run him And cryin' for me to slow down His tail was a waggin' his tongue was a draggin' As I opened the door for old Sloan
(His tail was a waggin' His tongue was a draggin' As he opened the door for old Sloan Old Sloan)
Well I gave him a hug and he licked me all over And I threw him his old dirty bone Then in through the windah jumped a poodle from Pisgah And she set on down beside Sloan
(Then in through the windah jumped a poodle from Pisgah And set herself down beside Sloan Old Sloan)
So that's where ya been boy... Hey, she's kinda pertty... Aww, Sloan...
Please Don't Bury Me Composer(s): John Prine Performer(s): John Prine; Rig the Jig; Erik Viel
Woke up this morning Put on my slippers Walked in the kitchen and died And oh what a feeling! When my soul Went thru the ceiling And on up into heaven I did ride When I got there they did say John, it happened this way You slipped upon the floor And hit your head And all the angels say Just before you passed away These were the very last words That you said:
Chorus: Please don't bury me Down in that cold cold ground No, I'd druther have "em" cut me up And pass me all around Throw my brain in a hurricane And the blind can have my eyes And the deaf can take both of my ears If they don't mind the size Give my stomach to Milwaukee If they run out of beer Put my socks in a cedar box Just get "em" out of here Venus de Milo can have my arms Look out! I've got your nose Sell my heart to the junkman And give my love to Rose
Repeat Chorus
Give my feet to the footloose Careless, fancy free Give my knees to the needy Don't pull that stuff on me Hand me down my walking cane It's a sin to tell a lie Send my mouth way down south And kiss my ass goodbye
Celui Qui Reste Et Celui Qui S'en Va First performance by: Romuald Figuier - 1974
À la fin d'un amour, celui qui reste est le perdant Celui qui part sait déjà que quelqu'un l'attend À la fin d'un amour, à l'instant du dernier regard Il y a toujours toujours sur Terre quelque part
Celui qui reste et celui qui s'en va Celui qui parle et celui qui n'ose pas Celui qui pleure, celui qui baisse les yeux Il y a toujours toujours à l'instant d'un adieu
Celui qui reste et celui qui s'en va Celui qui triche et celui qui ne sait pas Celui qui va très bientôt trouver l'oubli Et l'autre qui restera seul toute sa vie Toute sa vie
Bien sûr je te comprends, il fallait en arriver là Tu as la force de partir, je ne l'ai pas Bien sûr que je comprends, bien sûr que je ne t'en veux pas Mais déjà nous voilà devenus toi et moi
Celui qui reste et celui qui s'en va Celui qui parle et celui qui n'ose pas Celui qui pleure, celui qui baisse les yeux Il y a toujours toujours à l'instant d'un adieu
Celui qui reste et celui qui s'en va Celui qui triche et celui qui ne sait pas Celui qui va très bientôt trouver l'oubli Et l'autre qui restera seul toute sa vie
Please Don't Ask About Barbara Composer(s): Bill Buchanan; Jack Keller Performer(s): Bobby Vee; Gene McDaniels
Please don't ask about Barbara Don't ask me if she's found somebody new 'cause I would try to smile but in a little while My tears would show and then you'd know it's true Please don't ask about Barbara The hurt will bring the teardrops to my eyes Though I would pretend that now she's just a friend You'd look at me and see right through the lies Tears, tears, go away, come again another day How can I hide this pain I feel inside When little teardrops give my heart away? Don't you ever tell Barbara I'd rather die than let her know I'm cryin' Let her run around until the day she's found She needs me back again but this I ask till then "Please don't ask about Barbara"
Slipstream Composer(s): Ian Anderson Performer(s): Jethro Tull
Well the lush separation enfolds you and the products of wealth push you along on the bow wave of the spiritless undying selves And you press on God's waiter your last dime as he hands you the bill And you spin in the slipstream timeless unreasoning paddle right out of the mess
Please Come To Boston Composer(s): Dave Loggins Performer(s): Dave Loggins
Please come to Boston for the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends and they've got lotsa room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a café here I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston She said "No Would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now won't cha settle down? Boston ain't your kinda town There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"
Please come to Denver with the snowfall We'll move up into the mountains so far that we can't be found And throw "I love you" echoes down the canyon And then lie awake at night till they come back around Please come to Denver She said "No Boy, would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy why don't cha settle down? Denver ain't your kinda town There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me 'Cause I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"
Now this drifter's world goes 'round and 'round And I doubt that it's ever gonna stop But of all the dreams I've lost or found And all that I ain't got I still need to lean to Somebody I can sing to
Please come to LA to live forever California life alone is just too hard to build I live in a house that looks out over the ocean And there's some stars that fell from the sky Livin' up on the hill Please come to LA She just said "No Boy, won't you come home to me?" And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy why don't cha settle down? LA can't be your kinda town There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me No, no, I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"
"I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"
Bye Bye I Love You Composer(s): Ralph Siegel; Michael Kunze; Humbert Ibach First performance by: Ireen Sheer - 1974
Moi, je ne savais presque pas parler français Quand on s'est connu tous les deux De ton côté, tu ne dis pas un mot d'anglais Mais tu devinais dans mes yeux et nous étions heureux Tous les rêves sont permis, pourtant ce soir, je te quitte Ton cur a changé si vite que nos rêves sont finis Bye, bye, I love you, love you C'était le plus bel été de ma vie I love you, chéri Le cur meurtri, je pars en laissant derrière moi Tant de peine, tant de jours, tant d'amour avec toi Tous les rêves sont permis, je t'aimais, j'avais confiance J'attendais de l'existence, ce que tu m'avais promis Tous les rêves sont permis, tu n'as pas été fidèle Tu m'as fait pleurer pour elle, trop de fois tu m'as menti Bye, bye, I love you, love you C'était le plus bel été de ma vie I love you, chéri Le cur meurtri, je pars en laissant derrière moi Tant de peine, tant de jours, tant d'amour avec toi Bye, bye, I love you, love you C'était le plus bel été de ma vie I love you, chéri Le cur meurtri, je pars en laissant derrière moi Tant de peine, tant de jours, tant d'amour avec toi Mais pour nous partager, regretter, et t'aimer comme avant Mais pour nous partager, regretter, et s'aimer comme avant
Slipping Through My Fingers Composer(s): Benny Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus First recording/First release by: ABBA - 1981 Covered by multiple other artists
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness And I have to sit down for a while The feeling that I'm losing her forever And without really entering her world I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table Barely awake, I let precious time go by Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling And a sense of guilt I can't deny What happened to the wonderful adventures The places I had planned for us to go (Slipping through my fingers all the time) Well, some of that we did but most we didn't And why I just don't know
Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture And save it from the funny tricks of time Slipping through my fingers...
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...
Please Be My Boyfriend Composer(s): Esther Navarro; Jesse Powell Performer(s): The Shirelles
Please be my boyfriend I've been waiting for a long long time All my lonely life to call you mine Oh little boy, say yes
I tell you (yes yes), why won't you be my boyfriend? Please give my heart one little chance and we can have a real romance Oh little boy, say yes
I'll be faithful and true; please let me prove it to you I love you madly and I'll feel this way until eternity Please be my boyfriend Please be my lovin' loverboy and you can fill my heart with joy Oh little boy, say yes
I'll be faithful and true; please let me prove it to you I love you madly and I'll feel this way until eternity Please be my boyfriend (repeat) Ooo boyfriend
Baby I've been watchin' you (Baby I've been watchin' you) Watchin' everything you do (Watchin' everything you do) And I just can't help but feelin' Someone else is stealin' you away from me I see it written in your eyes And you confirm it with your lies Though the way the weave can hold me I would rather that you told me, where you wanna be
Oh, oh, oh, you're slippin' away from me Oh, oh, oh, you're slippin' away from me And it's breakin' me in two Watchin' you slippin' away
Baby, I've been watchin' you (Baby, I've been watchin' you) Watchin' everything you do (Watchin' everything you do) And I just can't help but feelin' Someone else is stealin' you away from me I see it written in your eyes And you confirm it with your lies Though the way the weave can hold me I would rather that you told me, where you wanna be
Oh, oh, oh, you're slippin' away from me Oh, oh, oh, you're slippin' away from me And it's breakin' me in two (Breakin' me in two) Watchin' you slippin' away And it's breakin' me in two (Breakin' me in two) Watchin' you slippin' away And it's breakin me in two (Breakin' me in two) Watchin' you slippin' away
Baby I've been watchin' you Watchin' everything you do And I just can't help but feelin' Someone else is stealin' you away from me I see it written in your eyes And you confirm it with your lies Though the way the weave can hold me I would rather that you told me, where you wanna be
Whoa, oh, oh, you're slippin' away from me Whoa, oh, oh, you're slippin' away from me And it's breakin' me in two Watchin' you slippin' away And it's breakin' me in two
Watchin' you slippin' away Yes, it's breakin' me in two Watchin' you slippin' away I said, it's breakin' me in two Watchin' you slippin' away
Please Be Kind Composer(s): Saul Chaplin; Sammy Cahn Performer(s): Frank Sinatra; and various other artists
This is my first affair, so please be kind Handle my heart with care, oh, please be kind This is all so grand, my dreams are on parade If you'll just understand, they'll never, never fade
Tell me your love's sincere, oh, please be kind Tell me I needn't fear, oh, please be kind 'cause if you leave me dear, I know my heart will lose its mind If you love me, please be kind
Across The Bridge Composer(s): Walter Scott Performer(s): Jim Reeves; Clarence Fountain
I had lived a life of sin in this world were living in I had done forbidden things I shouldn't do I met a beggar along the way, and I asked him where to stay Where I'd find real happiness and love that's true
Just follow footsteps of the King and you'll hear the voices sing They'll be singing out the glory of the Lamb The river of Jordan will be near, the sound of trumpets you will hear You'll behold the sweetest voice ever known to man
Many in this worldly throng traveling in the paths of wrong Never stop to pray and find the Savior true There's a grand and glorious place where we'll meet Him face to face In a happy land beyond the starry blue
Across the bridge, there's no more sorrow Across the bridge, theres' no more pain The Sun will shine across the river And you'll never be unhappy again
Please Composer(s): Leo Robin; Ralph Ranger Performer(s): Bing Crosby; and various other artists
Oh, Please Lend your little ear to my pleas Lend a ray of cheer to my pleas Tell me that you love me too Please Let me hold you tight in my arms I could find delight in your charms Every night my whole life through Your eyes reveal that you have the soul of An angel white as snow How long must I play the role of A gloomy Romeo? Oh, Please Say you're not intending to please Speed that happy ending and please Tell me that you love me too. Your eyes reveal that you have the soul of An angel white as snow How long must I play the role of A gloomy Romeo? Oh, please Say you're not intending to tease Speed that happy ending and please Tell me that you love me too
Slippin' Into Darkness Composer(s): Thomas Sylvester Allen; Harold Brown; Morris Dewayne Dickerson Lee Oskar Levitin; Leroy L. Jordan; Howard E. Scott First release by: War - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists
Slippin´ into darkness Take my mind beyond the dreams I was slippin´ into darkness Take my mind beyond the dreams
Where I talk to my brother, oh, oh, oh Who never said their name
Slippin´ into darkness When I heard my mother say I was slippin´ into darkness When I heard my mother say (Hey, what´d she say, what´d she say)
You been slippin´ into darkness, oh, oh, oh Pretty soon you´re gonna pay
Pleasant Valley Sunday Composer(s): Gerry Goffin; Carole King Performer(s): The Monkees; and various other artists
The local rock group down the street Is trying hard to learn their song Seranade the weekend squire Who just came out to mow his lawn
Another pleasant valley Sunday (Sunday) Charcoal burning everywhere Rows of houses that are all the same And no one seems to care
See Mrs. Gray, she's proud today Because her roses are in bloom Mr. Green, he's so serene He's got a T.V. in every room
Another pleasant valley Sunday (Sunday) Here in status symbol land Mothers complain about how hard life is And the kids just don't understand
Creature comfort goals They only numb my soul And make it hard for me to see (Ah, ah ,ah, ah) My thoughts all seem to stray Somewhere far away I need a change of scenery
Another pleasant valley Sunday (Sunday) Charcoal burning everywhere Another pleasant valley Sunday Here in status symbol land
Another pleasant valley Sunday (Another pleasant valley Sunday) Another pleasant valley Sunday (Another pleasant valley Sunday) Another pleasant valley Sunday (Another pleasant valley Sunday) Another pleasant valley Sunday (Another pleasant valley Sunday) Another pleasant valley Sunday (Another pleasant valley Sunday) Another pleasant valley Sunday (Another pleasant valley Sunday) Another pleasant valley Sunday....
Celeste era el mar celeste era yo pincelada de alas blancas bajo un sol en borrador sereno era el mar sereno era yo de afuera pa´ dentro vuela esta canción
Así fue que en esa playa tomé una caña para pescar mi anzuelo cruzaba el cielo como un lucero que cae al mar abajo casi ignorantes de mi intención nobles habitantes haber quién es el primero en picar yo lo sentí por aquí o lo sentí por allá parece que una jaiba quiere jugar
Celeste era el mar, celeste era yo una brisa fina un cangrejo que lima su brazo gladiador sereno era el mar, ansioso era yo planeta de agua busca el fuego del sol
Y así fue pasando el tiempo y el firmamento empezó a girar la luz llegaba desde arriba y el mar traía un rumor Austral abajo hablaban las caracolas en espiral de olas y olas mi anzuelo siguió caminando el fondo del mar yo lo sentí por aquí o lo sentí por allá vámonos despacito a otro lugar
Celeste era el mar, celeste era yo la tarde que pasa la Luna que baja silbando una canción sereno era el mar, sereno era yo parece que sólo he pescado un rayo de sol
Y así volviendo por la arena sentí en las venas mi pleamar el viento trajo desde el norte rumor de voces y de ciudad el faro inicia su alumbramiento y en mi ventana tus ojos pequeños navegaron esa noche de Luna y mar y te sentí por aquí me imaginé por allá sirena y espuma blanca magia en el mar
Playmates Composer(s): Saxie Dowell Performer(s): Kay Kyser; and various other artists
There's a catchy little tune a floatin' through the air You hear it here and there They sing it ev'rywhere How it started, where it started seems nobody knows But what's the diff'rence where it came from Here's the way it goes...
Oh Playmate, come out and play with me And bring your dollies three Climb up my apple tree Look down my rain barrel Slide down my cellar door And we'll be jolly friends forever more
She could'nt come out and play It was a sunny day With tearful eye, she breathed a sigh and I could hear her say I'm sorry Playmate, I cannot play with you My dollies have the flu Boo-hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo Ain't got no rain barrel Aint got not cellar door But we'll be friends forever more
Oh Playmate, come out and play with me And bring your dollies three Climb up my apple tree Look down my rain barrel Slide down my cellar door And we'll be jolly friends forever more